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Charles said it best:

Bugger. Bugger. Bugger, bugger, bugger, bugger, BUGGER!

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As of 11:15 this evening, Mike and I have split up.

I'm sad, but I knew it had to be done. I could no longer deny that I've been unhappy in this relationship for a good long time -- at least in the last year, and possibly longer. And he's been unhappy, too. I haven't treated him like my boyfriend in a long while.

He expected it, agreed with it. He's figured it was coming for a long time, and the only thing he said was that he wished he'd known I was Bi when we got together. Unfortunately, I'd convinced myself back then that I liked only men, and so didn't feel the need to tell him I'd been with women. If I had, we'd never have dated, apparently.

Seven years. And it's over. I feel like I ought to be guilty, and to an extent I am, but overall I'm just glad to have the weight off me.

This, by the way, is why ATSA is on indefinate hiatus, people. I need time to rebuild and find a new place to live.